Slowly the sunrise

Spreads across the horizon

Gold and glorious

Blinding those who dare to glance

But vanishing just as swift

Baby bird, baby bird!

Have you heard the good word?

Your future burns bright

You’ll make it through the night.

When the wind cuts you down,

You lay soft on the ground.

The trees loom so tall,

Will anyone else fall?

And as you stand alone,

The wish I have sown

Will carry you high

On the wind with a sigh.

Mirror and reflection; stand in front

See yourself from two sides

Is it any different?

Is it recognizable, your smile;

Does it fit right on your face?

Does it feel as fake?

Reconcile art and artist;

Find the disconnect--

Have you ever thought you’re just

A painting

In a mirror frame?